Friday, November 02, 2007

I'm hot, sticky sweet, from my head to my feet

I didn't get to go to New York this winter so I made up for it by shipping myself some Fat Witch brownies, aka the greatest brownies, ever. When you walk into the bakery it smells like pure chocolatey heaven. While they taste best straight from the oven, these will do. O.G. will be happy, as it is the only thing she ever asks me to buy her.On theme with my self-induced diabetic coma, I ate a ton of the kid's Halloween candies. Is it just me or are the Snickers 'fun size' bars smaller now? Or am I just a giant? A fat giant, sure, but they seem skinnier. What's up with the chincy candy, people?? I feel like BJ Novak and the mystery of the Cadbury Egg...